Chapter 3: I Belong To Him

She woke up beside him in his luxury penthouse apartment which had been flush with soft ambient lightning. The duvet above them covered their nakedness.

“Gosh! he destroyed me!” she said, as she got up still yawning from tiredness.

She sat there reminiscing.

While he drove her to his house in his Lamborghini Urus, he had ordered her to suck his dick.

“Again?” she asked, surprised and bewildered but he had already unbuckled his trousers and she was slurping on it.

In his apartment, he took off her clothes, went across the minibar and brought out a bottle of champagne. He sipped it and gave it to her. She did same as he hoisted her up the table, spreading her legs like a sin, tearing her pant to eat her vagina. She moaned from the delicious raw pleasure of his tongue work. She nastily poured the champagne down her body that it fell to his tongue as he licked it off her.

“Turn around” he told her

“Yes daddy!” she obeyed him

He took off her dress off fully.

Spanking her, once, twice, thrice, leaving finger welts on her ass. He entered her from the rear moving with the speed of a cheetah. Her fat soft ass clapping his thighs.

She screamed.

“Oh my god! I’m gonna cum” she said. Her voice was teary

“No bitch. You don’t cum until I say so”

“I’m gone cum” she was still crying out while he continued destroying her.

“I tell you when to cum” he paused and turned her over then raised her up his arms like a bag of rice, fucking her in the air. She bounced up and down his dick like a yo-yo. They burned in the sweaty heat of passion. He led her to the room while still in her. Dropped her on the bed and fucked her now in missionary until she squirted everywhere, staining the bed and pillows and his chest. She was powerless now. He didn’t care. He continued until he finished off, jerking and gasping and choking her neck.

“Nice one lil mama. You really gat some there. You make a nigga real crazy”, he was breathing heavily but smiling. His tone was that of a man sated from sex.

“Yes daddy!” she said. Her hypnosis undissolved.

“Come here”

He hugged her as if congratulating her.

“So pretty” he looked into her brown eyes, parting a strand of hair on her face.

“With good manners”. He said, then dozed off.

Now, in the morning, she was laying beside him as he woke up.

“Goodmorning Zara”

“Hey, Nat” her smile showed her awe.

“How was your night?” he teased, smiling

She smiled the same smile again, full of the hidden things she wanted to say.

He opened the curtains to let in the morning night.

“Care for anything?”

“Nope, I’d go freshen up”

She had showered and dressed in a robe. He set breakfast for her. Bread, eggs, toast and coffee.

“Do you care?”

“Sure” she was stunned. He cooks too. Where does it end. Perhaps he wasn’t a sucker after all.

“So, Tell me more about you. I believe there’s more to bring a stripper”

“Point of correction I’m not a stripper. I work at a club but sometimes I do stripping to raise money”.

“But you a whore?” he asked

“Depends on what you call it. I give men a good time for money. You also be giving me a good time. So we both whores”

“No I don’t charge fees”

“But you gain from charging. So either way. Besides I know you fucked those girls body brought you in the back room”.

“How ? did you know that?” he eyes were dimmed.

“Word be spreading fast around Sin city”.

“So now I’m a whore?”

“A pervert”

“Seriously? Then you are mistress. My sexy mistress”

She smiled. “You are crazy”

“And you in love with me”

“Ewww no”.

“Then why you calling me daddy every time? You sure do like what you see”.

“I must admit” she said, rolling her eyes and smiling sheepishly.

“You gat some stuff down there” she said.

“I could give it to you. Want more?”

“Don’t you get tired” ? her brows were furrowed.

He turned and opened his side drawer and brought out a drug.

“What’s this?”

“Sex Enhancement drug. I could do 5 rounds at a stretch with this”

“Ohhh so it’s not natural. All that fires a drug”.

“Yea but for those who could use it wisely”

“I see” she said looking at him like a case study insect.

“So…?”

“So what?”

“Tell me more about you” he said.

She sipped her coffee. Then continued

“Nothing much about me. I’m a nobody”

“Don’t say. With that wet ass pussy, you could control kings” he teased, smiling and showing white teeth.

“Oh, please” she was heavily blushing now.

She was comfortable now, to speak so she went on.

“I’m Zara Carter. 26. Grew up in West Philadelphia. Dad was a truck driver, he died when I was 5. Mom was a teacher died a couple years after. I was 16 then. I had to drop out of school to support my siblings when they died. Things got really tough for us so I had to focus on my grind”.

She said this with a mechanical tone as if she was avoiding getting carried away by emotions. There was not a hint of sadness in her speech.

“So sorry about that. But by being a stripper? You could have done sumn else”

“Easy to say, yes. But then life doesn’t always go as planned. I got into stripping cause I had no choice. Got caught with cocaine in my bag which I was paid to traffic to California. Got locked up in jail with my friend, Jean whose late now. A man who works with the police and who also owns of the club rescued me, cleaned off the whole issue with his contacts, bailed my ass off and I was free. But the freedom came with a price that I’d have to work for him and pay him back every penny I owe him. If I ever leave the club it’s either he kills me or get me back in jail”.

“Woah!” Nat was mouth ajar, eyes opened. He looked choked with the weight of such a sad story.

“That’s a lot to take in” he said

“I’m sorry you had to go through all that”

Zara smiled.

“It’s all good now. I mean I’m used to it. Gone past the pity mentality”.

“And this boss of yours who’s he?”

“Antonio. His deadlier than a cobra. He won’t hesitate to kill you if you break his trust. I’ve seen some fellows at the club get shot cause the betrayed him one way or the other”.

“No man deserves to take away your peace Zara” he said angrily.

She was touched.

“What about you besides being a toxic, sex machine billionaire?”

“Point of correction, a sex god. Not a machine. I work in real estate. Chair of Wolfe group of companies. It covers Real estate, Building and Constructions, Hospitality”.

“The arrogant spoilt brat” she said

“Don’t say that” he said, feigning anger.

“Why?” she laughed.

“Cause I’m gone fuck you”

She laughed again

And he reached out to kiss her. It was slow at first but he was now swallowing her lips raising her silk gown up to finger her.

“Don’t you get tired?” she said in between moans.

“Not when I haven’t used you well enough”

“I thought you were wise but seems you just like the other punks at the strip bar”

“Except this punks irresistible to you”.

Now, turn over. He fucked her for the 3rd time, now.

“I belong to Him”. She said as she got dressed later and he dropped her off her apartment, headed to work.